The Alphas From Lunar Crest Academy

Chapter Four

“Asher?”

I ask as my eyes land on another picture she is showing me, the one of a tall, blond guy, dressed in a perfect white shirt and a dark suit. He looks like all the rich snobs that got dressed for some of their fancy parties acting all nice just to put a face for their relatives and potentially the press and paparazzi following each step they make, while the rest of the time they are total jocks, bullying their weaker classmates or the servants that wipe their assess all their lives.

“This guy’s name is Asher? And how do you know that?”

“It’s from a magazine,” she explains further, “ it’s where I saw the name. He is also the son of the pack leader in the capital. So yeah, after that it wasn't difficult to find more about him.”

If I forgot to mention it, but I believe now is the time to do so.

Most of the students in the Lunar Crest are the sons and daughters of future alpha pack leaders.

Which means many of them will be in the government one day. Our society is strictly organized- some of us- like me and Miley, live in forgotten parts of the country where, yes, we do have pack leaders and they serve as mayors of the towns. Think of our place as a district which is subject to the capital. Nothing depends on our local decisions, we just have to obey the central ones. And as long as we don’t disrupt the overall peace and order, no one cares about us.

Things in the capitals and big cities- now that’s a different matter.

Because the government consists of the strongest of the pack alphas.

You can’t just be elected as a minister, or someone in power- you inherit it. The admission to the Crest Academy is “officially open” to the general pack- in theory. In reality- we all know that doesn’t happen.

Like, ever.

“Rich fuckers,”

I mutter and Miley scolds me.

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying, sorry.”

I lift both my hands in surrender and look back down at the photo.

The picture is from some kind of ball and everyone else, besides Asher, looks as rich and spoiled as he does.

“Yes,” she goes on, “he’s perfect. He's also on the Chase team, and scored the most points in the last game. Did you see it?"

"See what?"

"The game, hello? It was all over the TV news and programs for the holidays. We won the world championship."

I take a long gulp of my coffee and nod.

"Oh, yeah. Right. "

I have no idea what she's talking about. I was flipping pancakes and burgers at O'Riley's since 6am all winter break.

"Right. "

"What else can one want?" Miley says.

As she keeps fangirling and showing me pictures of him from some kinds of official events in the media, while imagining we Actually have a chance of ever meeting those people, she reaches a picture with a few people on it.

Three boys and girls- all equally perfect and smiling. Six people, who are almost our age, while at the same time we- the lowlivers, couldn’t be any more different from them.

And then I see him- a tall, dark- haired guy, not really dressed much differently from the others, besides that he is entirely dressed in black, yet my heart speeds up.

My wolf is usually quiet- she’s always been super quiet, but this time she’s caught off guard too.

I don’t know what’s happening, but this is the first time I feel her.

I feel my wolf and it’s the strangest feeling ever. My hands close into a fist by themselves and I quickly push them under the table.

No idea what’s going on. Suddenly, the light in the coffee place is too bright and I blink back against the stabbing pain in my forehead.

“What about him?”

I ask, trying to sound casual, while not being able to tell why my heart is beating like crazy and I feel sweat trickling down my back. It’s like I am running from a beast, it’s the same as when I am having those dreams sometimes, but this time I know I am awake.

His dark eyes are staring directly into the camera the picture has been taken with and I swear it feels like he is looking directly at me. He looks intimidating.

No, it’s more than that, he’s like…

“Theodor?”

My friend asks, interrupting my racing thoughts and not noticing I’m close to a panic attack. I don’t know where all this fear is coming from, or if it’s actual fear.

But that’s what a panic attack is, right? Joke’s on me.

What’s happening.

My wolf whispers something to me and I shake my head, knowing I haven’t slept much and that’s probably it.

She can’t actually be talking to me.

She never does.

Something's wrong.

I might have had too many coffees. You know that feeling when you're somehow buzzed with the caffeine and you feel the tingles all over the skin of your palms, your feet get restless with all that terrible need to not be where you are. That's how I feel.

Plus the strange, new sensation of actually feeling her. My wolf.

I sit closer to the edge of my seat and Miley looks up from the picture and frowns.

"You okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I push my coffee cup away. "Too many of those. Anyway, who's that? lLike, why did you pick Asher and not for example this guy? Aren't they all the same anyway?"

What in the world am I even talking about?

“He’s out of the question. “ Miley says, “He is the son of the next president. I know I am a dreamer, but I’ll need magic there. Even if- and only if- I get in there by some miracle, I will need dark magic to even talk to this guy.”